The entire castle seemed to quiet down all at once, leaving only the howling wind passing by their ears.
Suming and Su Meng were both panting heavily, sitting back to back on a mountain of bat corpses, gasping for air.
This was not a matter of killing a dozen or so bats like the other day, but hundreds, perhaps thousands. Even with Suming's incredible wild man physique and the energy storage sphere, just relying on the two of them to fight with their bare hands, strangling one with their fingers and stomping another to death, it proved utterly exhausting to deal with over a thousand bats.
Even if a thousand pigs were tied up and left there waiting to be slaughtered, it would take half a day and blunt any knife's blade, let alone a battle?
